I Became the Eye Candy: Four Bigshots Claimed to be My Dad?

Dean Chen was rather speechless. "...You’re almost thirty, and a Deputy General at that. Why are you acting like a child?"

Zhan Chi sniffled. "I can if I want to."

Dean Chen sighed with a soft chuckle. He was thrilled to receive his little disciple’s letter and learn she was all right. At the same time, he was worried to read that she couldn’t even get a proper meal.

However, he could also tell that his little disciple was doing very well now. The person she was cursing was, in all likelihood, the old man who had taken her body from the street all those years ago.

’Since he saved her, he can’t be a bad person.’

Gu Shuo also thought of the old man who had taken Ye Qianning’s body. Despite investigating for many years, there had been no news of him. Thinking about it now, the man must live on a remote island and never set foot on the mainland. No wonder they couldn’t find him, even with all their resources.

It had been six years. The Zhan family, the Qian family, and the Gu family were all still sending people to search for her. The Beili Emperor, however, had recalled his men the year before last.

In the Beili Emperor’s mind, the child had died a gruesome death, her body lost. After so many years, the royal family had given up.

"Dean, what are your thoughts?" Gu Shuo asked, having composed himself.

"I’ve been investigating for the past few days and have visited several coastal areas. The porcelain bottle washed ashore after a tsunami six months ago, but it was only discovered three months ago. I’ve concluded that my little disciple is located in the northernmost waters of the South Sea. There is a city there called Dayu City, which is where the bottle first appeared."

"Dayu City?" Gu Shuo murmured thoughtfully, a plan already forming in his mind.

"My little disciple said her return would be in ten years. I reckon she plans to come ashore near Dayu City."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go to Dayu City first and then arrange for ships to set sail," Zhan Chi said, turning around.

"Setting sail is unnecessary for now. The fact that the bottle only washed ashore because of a tsunami proves this is no ordinary island. We wouldn’t be able to find it even if we went. The South Sea is treacherous, and it’s not wise to venture there rashly." Dean Chen knew the South Sea to be a vast, boundless ocean.

When he was young and impetuous, he had gone to the South Sea once. The endless expanse of water inspired a deep-seated fear, and the storms at sea were not something ships could withstand.

Qian Fanji nodded slightly. "The Dean is right."

They had been too excited by the news.

"Since we know she’s safe and we know when she’ll return, this is the best possible news. Tomorrow, I will head to Dayu City and live there."

"The next Immortal Sea Building will be located in Dayu City."

"Dayu City."

Qian Fanji murmured, ’A ten-year return... six years have already passed.’

’Four years. We still have to wait four years to see her. By then, she’ll be sixteen... probably grown into a graceful young woman.’

"Xiang Minghou... do any of you know his whereabouts?" Dean Chen suddenly asked.

Zhan Chi shook his head. "I don’t. He hasn’t contacted me once in six years."

"I haven’t had any news of him either," Gu Shuo said.

"Three years ago, I saw him once on the border of East Shu. It seemed like he was hunting someone down. It was just a fleeting glimpse, so we didn’t have time to say anything," Qian Fanji said with a frown.

"He’s living a life of constant bloodshed. The viciousness around him just gets stronger and stronger... Alas, just when we have news of my little disciple, *he’s* the one who’s nowhere to be found." Dean Chen couldn’t pin down his whereabouts either.

"Don’t worry, Dean. I’ll arrange for people to look for him."

Qian Fanji had sensed it three years ago as well—the intense killing intent. And it seemed there was also a new, deep scar on his face.

Dean Chen nodded, deeply worried. He hoped the news about his little disciple would be enough to quell some of that viciousness.

Waiting without news is an agony. Waiting with news is a joy, a hope.

What they were waiting for was the day of her return—